The Wanderer’s Story

My life is over and done with

Only the last chapter remain

The snow keeps falling

Outside the window

And it will keep on falling

Life were never easy

I never let it be

No one around me

Took it easy

The uneasy life

Got into everything

We all got caught in our

Patterns

Until I woke up

One morning and realised

That it did not matter

And walked of

Into to the wild

I never looked back

Messed Up

Writing continuously

Throughout the night

Throughout the day

I have nothing to say

We are here

Life is so good

Life is so bad

We just run through life

Repeating our ancestors

Mistakes and indisescretion

Dreaming Life

Creativity is a slow process

Trying to get out of the depression

Is like living in a surreal dream

Is this really my life

Are those problem really my problems?

What happened?

Can I take it again?

No it is forever passed

Searching

New ways, here I am again and again

I wanted something different

But I all I got was the same

More of the same

Now I have to find another way

Again and again

A boring repeating pattern

The words give me hope

Not to much

But some hope

The Great Quest for Reality

I had this feeling of losing

Grip of reality

It seemed like reality had its

Benefits and deficits

The question is what is what

Dreaming is one level

True but mercurial disappearing

In the morning light

Only leaving slightly contours of memories

The repetitive world of every day

Is very much an illusion

When we leave it behind is just gone

Like a dream

Therefore my question is

What is reality and when is it really

Reality?

The Dots

Connecting and putting

All the dots together

Forming new patterns

Unknown but workable

For some time

Bringing back life

And connection to

Isolated mental villages

Building roads takes time

Building meaning even more so

Circles of Destruction

I don’t know how to break this pattern

Of repetition, bad connection

No action, extremely high anxiety

I recognize it all of course

That is what I carry around

The burden that limits life

I thought there was

Solutions, some miracle doctor

Solving things by talking

After 12 years I gave that up

Losing faith and hope

Drugs did not help either

Repeating patterns of destruction

Living with destructive people

Became part of life

So here I am trapped

In my own dirt and sadness

Living the life that I never wanted